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Battle  at  Bulls 
Conf  Pam  #768 

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Oh  be  easy,  don't  you  teaze  me, 
While  1  sing  a  bit  of  fun; 
Soldiers  flying,  niggers  crying. 
See  them  push  to  Washington. 

Off  they  scamper !  Oh  what  a  damper 
To  their  tender,  humane  hearts; 
Muskets  dropping,  hearts  a  throbbing, 
Bodies  left  behind  in  carts. 

Lee's  a  coming!  Hark,  the  drumming! 
Fly  you  hireling  Hessian  knaves ; 
He  will  scourge  you.  h<_-  will  purge  yon. 
Run  you  dirty  Lincoln  slaves. 

Johnston's  mettle  will  make  you  settle 
Down  in  just  and  upright  men, 
If  you  promise  for  the  future, 
Not  to  take  up  anus  again 

Oh,  what  sorrow,  on  to-morrow, 
When  you  find  your  kn  «ne  ; 

Bread  and  water — what  you  fought  for — 
You'll  not  find  in  Wa  hington. 

Despised  as  traitors,  brother-haters, 
You  shall  bear  the  mark  of  Cain  ; 
Foolish  gunners,  first-rate  runners. 
Shed  your  brothers'  blood  for  gain. 

Shame  will  crown  you,  tears  will  drown  you, 
Of  the  misery  you  have  made  ; 
Peace  will  leave  you.  Conscience  grieve  you. 
Dupes  of  Abram  Lincoln's  rail. 

Oh !  be  easy,  dont  you  teaze  me, 
I  have  sung  you  all  the  joke ; 
See  them  coming,  see  them  running, 
Heavens  !  see  the  awful  smoke. 


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